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Hi
I've not had chance to write a lot lately so I quickly put together this (very) short story just to remind you I'm still here.
Hope you enjoy.

I woke up with a pounding headache, the light was streaming through the window and immediately knew that something was off, those weren’t my curtains!
I sat up, well I attempted to. It took a lot more effort than I was used to. The reason for this became apparent as my boobs slouched down onto my belly. My belly?!
I threw back the sheets and could have screamed at what I saw, instead I was left speechless. I was fat, not massive but a whole lot bigger than I had been the last time I had been awake.

I rolled out of bed which was a lot easier said than done, I was obviously in a hotel room and I made my way to the bathroom.
I stood in awe of what was staring back at me in the mirror. My calves were now doughy and seemed to merge with my ankles. My knees were dimples under two massively flabby turkey legs, topped by the fattest ass I’d seen up close.

My stomach had never been flat but now it formed a gut that hung and obscured my view of my pussy. Two thick rolls now occupied my waist and led up to my new tits. They were huge! I cupped them and felt their new weight, releasing them they rested in their new position, perkiness all but gone they now rested easily on either side of my new belly.

My arms almost went unnoticed as I took in this myriad of changes to my body but there they were, plump and jiggly were they had once been kinda skinny. My big fat face, slack jawed and double chinned stared back from the mirror taking in the last of my changes.

“How could this have happened?!” I thought to myself. I moved my massive form back into the main room where I happened upon a note, hand typed it read:

Good morning Donna
I’m sure by now you have been introduced to your new self and am probably wondering why this happened to you.
It shouldn’t be any surprise; I know that you haven’t been spending the money I’ve been sending you on food like you were supposed to. I know that you’ve been faking your weigh-ins and all the pictures you’ve been sending me. You didn’t think I’d find out but I did and had to take action so that your body matches how you’ve been telling me it looks.
Don’t worry about how, just know that I’m serious about our contract and will go to great lengths to ensure it is upheld.
You will find a change in clothes in your new size in the wardrobe and a little bit of a bonus in your bank account for finally getting to our first goal weight.
Remember your weigh in is at 11 o’clock on Monday and I expect your usual video live this time, I know you won’t disappoint.
Your feeder
Mr S.

A single tear ran down my newly rounded cheek. This guy was serious and I was in way over my head.

[Doctor Keith]

How good can a short be? THIS GOOD! Great very-short story - well-done!

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Thank you good Doctor

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So I had a little thought and I figured maybe this would work as a continuation of this little fancy piece. Let me know what you think?

Part 2

I woke up with a pounding headache, the light was streaming through the window and immediately knew that something was off, those weren’t my curtains! Not again!

Immediately my eyes shot open and I ripped the covers off of myself, I sat up feeling the now familiar sensation of my fattened body jiggling with the motion. At first glance I couldn’t see anything untoward, not convinced though I quickly made my way to the familiar bathroom.

I winced as I looked into the mirror, expecting the worst but was thankfully met with the appearance I had become accustomed to, that of an undeniably fat girl. Mr S had seen to it that I most definitely resembled exactly what he expected of his feedee.
I took the opportunity to scrutinize my appearance, whatever procedure Mr S had performed on me had left me radically enlarged and overweight. I’d retained my youthful appearance for the most part and I definitely still looked cute.

I ran my fingers over the spongy, bigger, lower roll of my belly. The angry red stretchmarks that decorated it hadn’t been there all those months ago when I had originally woken up in this room, no those had come through the regimented feedings commanded by my mysterious benefactor. I never seemed to be able to gain enough weight to please him. The belly that he had put on me had since started to sag thanks to the constant onslaught of calories and gravity. It was at this moment that I figured out exactly what was amiss.

The underwear I was wearing were far from comfortable, the waistband seemed to be made of a rigid plastic that while flexible had no give to it and there was no way I could hope to pull the garment down over my fattened arse and thighs. The gusset of the offending item of fit snugly against my pussy and appeared, from what I could make out in my frantic attempts to look in the mirror, to be made out of a fine, mesh like material that had to be a centimetre thick.
“What the fuck?!” I shouted to no-one in particular. Frustrated, I waddled back in to the main room only to be greeted by a familiar looking note. It read:

Good morning Donna

By now I’m sure you have noticed my latest gift to you, your new underwear. They’re an item that I had some of the finest minds in my company develop. Probably not the greatest use of their talents but it is I who hold the chequebook or so the saying goes, you know what I mean.
Anyway, they’re made of some of the newest materials available and they are quite robust. They are designed to accommodate your growing physique by use of accompanying weighing scales that I’ve taken the liberty of installing in your bathroom at home. Simply step on each morning and they will take a full body scan, adjusting the waistband accordingly. It will then send me the data in the form of a wire model that I’ll be able to save but I’m sure you don’t care about that, you’re probably more concerned about removing them to relieve yourself.

Never fear, I have that covered. You will notice that you are completely exposed at the rear of the garment to allow for… going number two so to speak. The mesh used in the front of the garment literally deflects moisture so any bathroom trips may require a little extra wiping but I can assure you they will stay as clean and dry as they are right now.

So why are you wearing them? Well I’ve not been impressed recently Donna, your recent weigh-ins have left a lot to be desired so I’ve decided to add a little incentive of a different sort. You have probably realised by now that if you can’t remove those panties, there is no way that you’re going to be able to pleasure yourself through them, so how do you get them off?

I’ve decided to keep you in bondage as it were until you meet our next set goal. I’ve taken the liberty of removing the readout of the scale at your end, I’d prefer for you to be in the dark about your current weight from now on, I just want you to focus on eating and getting fatter for me. No more distractions. Oh and here’s the kicker, each week you fail to meet my set goal I’ll be adding an additional 10 lbs to the release weight. Just a little extra incentive of course.
Your feeder

Mr S.

I broke down in tears, this bastard really wasn’t playing.

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As I sat cradling my plump belly in my hands I considered how I had gotten myself into such a mess in the first place. It had started innocently enough; I had been fresh out of uni and struggling to find a job in a tough market when I saw a programme about feeders and feedees. I did a little research and found a couple of websites dedicated to the subject, I was repulsed at first but soon I had an idea on how I could make a little money while looking for a job.

I’d gained about 15lbs while working on my degree, I was by no means fat or even chubby but the extra weight had left me looking a little soft as I liked to put it. Noticing a number of people sold videos of themselves eating or allowed people to buy them food in exchange for pictures I thought, why not me? Surely someone would want to buy pictures of little old me.

I didn’t want to get fat but surely I would be able to string along some of these saps to make a quick buck. It didn’t take long to put my plan into action, I signed up to as many of the sites as I could find, GrowingBella managed to garner some attention without even filling in her profiles.
“This will be like shooting fish in a barrel” I thought with a wry grin on my face, I shouldn’t have been so cocky.

I took some photos with my belly pushed out as far as I could, it wasn’t much but it gave off the illusion that I was a little larger than I actually was, I coupled these with some photos of myself taken from underneath, emphasising my “double chin” and a bullshit bio saying how much I wanted a feeder, to leave the social norm behind and become a fully-fledged BBW. Yeah right, fat chance of that happening.

And as this damned hunger starts up inside me again I realise how foolish I had been.
I grabbed a tube of Pringles from the mini bar to sate me, I didn’t care how much they cost that bastard could afford it. He could afford anything.

I’d gotten plenty of likes and crude comments on my pictures but for every genuine feeder it seemed there were a hundred assholes looking for free kinky chat or just offering up metaphorical food. Sifting through the time wasters was becoming a full time job in itself.

Still, there were a couple of guys that had no problem sending me money through Paypal that I totally spent on “meals” and got “stuffed” for them. I had seen videos on bloating on soda and other things that made me look bigger without having much of a lasting effect on my waistline. These suckers lapped it up, getting me gifts from Amazon that I’d just sell down at the pawn shop. Life was good. Then I met him.

I had done a couple of standard dealings with Mr S, he’d buy me dinner, I’d reuse some old pics that I’d taken for someone else while saving the money, when he started asking for more. I made excuses saying how I wasn’t comfortable recording myself eating and he responded with a picture.
It was of his bank balance. There was no way this was real and I called him on it. He responded by buying the 4k television I’d put on my wish list as a joke. I did the video for him, he got to choose what I ate and I made him pay handsomely for it, at least ten times what I’d heard other girls charged for custom videos. He had no problem with it and wanted more, wanted to make sure I was well taken care of.

I had to be careful here, what if I actually started getting fat?!
I spent a long time in the gym over the next few weeks desperately burning off whatever calories Mr S had decided to plough into my stomach. Soon after this during a fat chat (that I was charging him by the minute for) he broached the subject of me becoming his full time feedee.
I had to think of a way out of this! I talked to my friend about what had been going on and she got a good old laugh out of it but she did give me a great idea. I needed to take the power back, remember that I was the one in charge here. I’d agree to do it but under certain conditions.

1. No more live videos, I would do a weigh in once a week and take pictures of the scale.
2. I got to decide what to eat and when to eat it.
3. He could have his fat chats and pictures for free but I wanted my rent and bills paid.
4. I was allowed to stop being his feedee at any time without any hassle from him.

I figured I’d be able to fake my way long enough to make some serious money and then I’d sack him off. He was quite the businessman obviously and he had a counter offer.

1. No more live feeding videos, but weigh ins and measuring would be recorded.
2. He would arrange a stuffing for me once a week and pictures would be taken.
3. I would be his feedee for no less than one year by contract and I would be compensated for it greatly.

There were several other parts about contractual clauses and such but I couldn’t believe the number he’d typed out and asked him to repeat it just to make sure. He did so and kept droning on about bonuses for goal completion and other nonsense but I wasn’t listening, it was six figures! I was going to be set for life! “Who cares if I gain a bit of weight?” I thought, I’d be filthy rich in a year’s time and be able to buy myself a slim trim body. I wish I’d listened more carefully or at least properly read the contract when his solicitor had bought it round to sign. You live and learn I guess.

That was six months ago, I’d attempted to trick my way out of gaining so much but he was so smart, he was on the ball and I’d paid for it with my figure and now I was sat here in a bloody chastity belt.

Still, things can’t get any worse…. Right?

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This time when I woke up I was almost expecting the headache. Things had been going smoothly far too long for him not to pull something on me.
I say going smoothly, what I mean was I’d done nothing to upset my tyrannical feeder. It turned out the unlock weight for his stupid little panties was 304lbs – double my starting weight. I was both relieved and distraught, free of his damned chastity at last but at the same time in mourning for my lost figure.
My weight had steadily climbed from then, making use of supplements he’d have delivered to my flat it felt like all I did was eat and make videos for him.
Still, the end was in sight, my last weigh in had me at 365lbs. I was disgusting but I knew I only had about a month left and I’d be rich beyond my wildest dreams.

It was dark though, no sun streaming through the window, I couldn’t even see a window. I attempted to rub my eyes but quickly found I was quite restrained. My head felt weird like it was in something, my ears felt full and I could feel my breath collide with something not far from my face.
“Hello?!” I shouted with panic in my voice, straining against my shackles as I did so. My throat felt weird I noticed. Then I heard him.
“Ah Donna you’re awake, I have so many things to tell you”

It was like he was in my head. I stopped struggling immediately, knowing it wouldn’t help.
“I’m going to come on screen so mind your eyes, this might be a bit bright at first”
I winced as two screens blinked into life mere inches from my eyes. Suddenly there he was.
“There, that’s better. Good to see you Donna and I’m sure you’re excited to see me but try and keep quiet while I fill you in on a few things okay?”
“Patronising bastard” I thought.

“Well here we are, the final month of your contract and I have to say, after a few teething problems at the start there I am so very pleased with you progress. So pleased in fact that I’ve decided to activate some of the clauses in your contract”
“What clauses?!” I spat
“Oh nothing bad I assure you now do be quiet. Firstly I’ve decided that your continued dedication has warranted a bonus and here it is”
The screens went transparent for a moment as lights flickered on around the room I was in.
“This incredible loft apartment is my gift to you on completion of your contract, you might want to redecorate by then but after this month you can do what you like with it”

“Thank you my feeder” I knew by now that my insolence wouldn’t be tolerated and even though I wanted to curse that bastard out for kidnapping me again I would be expected to be thankful for such a lavish gift.
“That’s quite alright my dear. But until then this place will be my base of operations for completing my final gift to you”
“Oh god what did that mean?!” I thought to myself.
“When we first started talking you expressed a wish to me, a wish I’m going to fulfil for you, or at least try to. You said that there was nothing you’d like more than to be a big fat pig, lying around eating and getting fucked all day, a mindless creature that lived for pleasure”
“No!” I shouted “No, no that was just fat chat, I was just trying to get you horny!”
“While I can’t be there in person all the time I will drop by to check on your progress” more lights popped on as he spoke “my staff will be there to monitor you, clean you, take care of any calls of nature”
“No! Let me go!” I shouted, none of them listened.
“You will be tube fed via nasogastric tube every hour, a more potent mix of the supplement I’ve been sending you.”
“Please, I didn’t want this” I pleaded with him
“But you signed the contract my dear, now don’t worry, I’ll be seeing to your sexual desires as well”
With this the staff attached devices to my errogenous areas and they whirred into life.
“Don’t worry about getting bored, these little screens will be showing you the best in porn featuring actors of the larger persuasion. You’re going to be fucked and fed 24 hours a day for the last month of your contract.”
“Please” was all I could get out.

“Oh and one last thing, I want you to know exactly what you’re becoming so occasionally that glorious porn will die down a little and you’ll be able to take a look at the fabulous mirrored ceiling”
As if on cue the lights illuminated the ceiling and I could finally see myself. A bloated mess of a girl strapped an adjustable bed, all manner of pipes and contraptions adorning me. What shook me to my core though was the device that covered my head. In my reflection I could clearly see that it resembled a pigs head.
“Say oink Donna”

Epilogue
That was my life for a month, barraged by porn as my titties were “sucked”, my pussy got fucked and my ass was filled by that horrid contraption. The staff kept me lubed and allowed me respite when I needed the bathroom but that was it. 30 days and nights, occasionally getting a good look at the piggy in the mirror, Mr S himself had come by a couple of times to inspect me, giving me the odd pep talk and helping to bathe me.
And then suddenly it was over.

I woke up and there were no sounds of fucking, I instinctively bought my hand to my head, I was free! But damn did my arm hurt, I ached all over, guess that’s a months worth of inactivity will do to ya.
I clumsily removed the pig hood and looked out with my own eyes, there was only one light on and it seemed to be directly over a scale.
I slowly positioned myself to make the walk over there, all the electrodes that had been working my muscles had been removed but I still ached like crazy. I felt bigger, a lot bigger.
I finally got to the scale and stepped on. The readout was at eye level and I couldn’t believe what it landed on.
485lbs.

What worried me more was that it made me feel… horny.
Just as that feeling sunk in, as if my magic the rest of the lights turned on and I was presented with my fattened form in the mirror.
There I stood an undeniable fat girl, my belly so large that it had given in to gravity and covered a large portion of my thighs, that were themselves two meaty pillars that mashed into one another, I had no chance of keeping my legs closed.
My upper arms looked like they were about the size my thighs had been when I signed up on those stupid websites, so fat they drooped over my elbows.
My tits looked like fat filled sacks, the nipples had become hard at my obvious arousal but they pointed firmly at the floor.
My lust filled face was gigantic, I’d lost all semblance of a neck and that hood must’ve been pushing my nose up, I swear I hadn’t looked that porcine before.
I dressed in a handily placed robe and made a beeline for the windows, it was everything he’d promised.

I should have been straight on the phone to a plastic surgeon but I was far too hungry. After I fixed myself some food (a lot of food) I was horny again and masturbated.
This seemed like a vicious circle that went on for days. It was like he’d brainwashed me or something. I even found a note from him saying how proud he was and if I felt like another year I knew where to find him. Yeah right!
I talked to surgeons who told me I’d need to lose a considerable amount of weight before they could carry out cosmetic procedures. They suggested a gastric band first.

I couldn’t stop eating though! Eating and masturbating but the high was never the same as on the table.
I’d managed to figure out how all of the gadgets worked and routinely used them while eating but I needed more.
I’d managed to set everything up as though I was secured to the table. Placed the pig hood on, fastened myself in as best I could and sucked on that tube as the gadgets did their thing.

As I was in the rapture of the first orgasm my eyes went wide as I felt the click of the one restraint I’d left undone fasten around my wrist.
“Good pig”